My
husband lost his wallet and I was immediately recruited to help find it. We
looked everywhere, he more than I.
Three
days into the hunt, guilt prodded me to try harder. I recalled our Bible study
teacher sharing his recent finds—his wife’s glasses, his car keys, the dog—all
of them after he gave up and asked the Lord to show him where they were.
It
felt very cliché to me. I’d so heard similar
stories a million times.
A
flashlight stood up-ended on my husband’s night stand and I reached for it. “Lord,
please help us find that wallet. It’s really important.”
The
trouble with asking God for help is the waiting-and-listening-for-directions
part. I usually just rattle off a prayer and rush out the door hoping God will
come along as I pursue my original plans.
This
time, I slowed myself from over-drive mode and knelt by the bed. Yes, my
husband had already looked under there. Twice. I lifted the lovely
color-coordinated dust ruffle from the new carpet I’d found on sale and slowly
swept the light beneath the bed. Boxes blinked back. Suitcases. Shoes. The
electric blanket cord.
No
wallet.
Determined
not to hurry the process (or God) I crawled to the antique cedar chest at the
foot of the bed and spotlighted the space between.
Nada.
Again
on hands and knees, I stopped in front of the dresser. The wallet wouldn’t be
there. The decorative molding on the front nearly skimmed the new carpeting.
How would anything even get under there?
As
if obeying the command to pour water into the wedding guests’ wine cups, I lay
down and aimed the flashlight. There, at the farthest back edge near the corner of the room, peeked a flat,
black, rectangular object.
The
wallet.
Wine
from water.
An
overwhelming rush of victory flooded me with gratitude and humility.
Cliché?
How dare I. Jesus meant it when He said, ask and you shall receive.
I
still don’t know how the wallet got to that out-of-reach spot in a non-traffic
area, but the need for it sent me to my knees.
And
that’s where I belong.
ABOUT DAVALYNN SPENCER:
Davalynn
Spencer’s love of writing has taken her from the city crime beat and national
rodeo circuit to the college classroom and inspirational publication. When
she’s not writing western romance or teaching as an adjunct professor, she
enjoys speaking and leading worship at women’s retreats. She and her husband
Mike have three children and four grandchildren and make their home on
Colorado’s Front Range with a Queensland heeler named Blue.
Annie
Whitaker has always been a Plain-Jane, but in the
bustling gold-rush town of Cañon City, Colorado, she turns heads,
especially that of cowboy Caleb Hutton. Annie's seen Caleb many times in her
father's mercantile, and she's surprised and pleased when he takes a special
interest in her.
Caleb's faith was shattered when his fiancée jilted him for a wealthier man. But as he gets to know Annie, his view of women—and God—soon takes a turn for the better. Can Annie's steadfast faith help the former preacher find his way back to his calling and a second chance at love?
Caleb's faith was shattered when his fiancée jilted him for a wealthier man. But as he gets to know Annie, his view of women—and God—soon takes a turn for the better. Can Annie's steadfast faith help the former preacher find his way back to his calling and a second chance at love?
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